It's all one flower.

A blonde young man waves and signals.

The people of the Autonomous Communities, known as Khushchenka and Solniak, interrupted the dialogue.

"You're both tired. Let's have lunch here. Priest, will you be home soon?

"No, I was off due to a pseudo-morbidity, so I'm not in the public eye today. I brought lunch, so don't worry."

When the priest laughed bitterly, the blonde laughed niggly.

Attention is drawn to the newspaper.

"I go in and out all the time about the support business, and we all know that I'm going to stay longer, so now it is. You'll delude me that he's a good wife."

"Is there a window in the kitchen?

A young photographer turns to Kufushenka.

Beneath the blonde is a faint face that is mounted and uncharacteristic and is likely to be forgotten tomorrow.

"Yeah, I do. But I don't wear curtains or blindfolds. With a window facing the courtyard... you know, the veranda of the estate, looking down from the top floor, I wonder if you can see anyone standing by the window"

"Well, let me give you a little work."

The young man says so and leaves the bedroom without waiting for Khushchenka's reply either.

The Autonomous Communities were dismayed and dropped off.

"Perhaps hang [illusion] on the window to make it look like no one is there. Don't let the manager know what he's wearing today."

A priest and a newspaper man peel their eyes at the description of the people of the lake. Kufshenka asked why and gave up.

Newspapers listen in horror.

"Can you do the sensei, too?

"No, I am a school...... I know the existence of such a technique because it has a completely different system of learned techniques, but I don't know the spell, and if you just teach me the spell, I don't know how to spin magic, so I can't use it."

"Ho... is that what you're saying?"

I was impressed by the newspaper to speak for everyone.

The photographer's young man returns and Solnyak and I travel to the kitchen with a backpack full of contents.

"All we got is sandwiches, sturdy bread and cans, so while we're here, can we just get some water?

"Do you just need water? If it's vanilla tea, I can serve tea, too?

"Thanks. Except for what we eat, a souvenir for the manager."

It's a big rucksack that climbers use.

Kufshenka smiled back at the care of the wizards.

Older Kufshenka gets a quick lunch with snacks such as nursing meals for preservation previously received, priests and newspaper shops, and foreign visitors each bring a sandwich.

"Souvenirs, I still have a lot of previous minutes, so may I use them as a stockpile for the church?

"I don't know, I think I should do what Grandma wants, though?

A curse doctor and sorniak of the people of the lake nodded at the words of the photographer, and the priest feared.

"Are you sure?

"If there's too much, you can't eat it by the deadline."

It's not strange to be old whenever your life expectancy runs out.

We feel better about each other holding it in ourselves and depositing it with the church than being handed out after it has become an artifact.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. Senators Laqueus, Amiella and Sarotka sent me a letter."

A young photographer fishes a packed backpack of nursing food and removes the envelope. Kufshenka was caught pushing three envelopes, thanking him many times and putting them on the table.

Mind your own business, but the first thing you need to do is record your testimony. Return to the bedroom where you set the props.

Okay, let's go.

The blonde young man signals lightly and the second shooting begins.

Solgnac opened his mouth.

"Things have changed since the city fled the battle and came to the village."

"What kind of person came?

"These are the people who left the village for work and further education and got married in the city. By the end of the civil unrest, the proportion of the population had been turned upside down."

"Well... food, that must have been tough, right?

"That was because it was the same everywhere...... it's just that when adults find themselves playing with the Son of a Powerful People, with the priests, goddesses, and even Kirkurs, who were also strong political creeds at the time, they become scolded..."

Solniak wandered his gaze as he searched for words, closing his eyes.

Even during silence, a tablet terminal secured by a tripod continues to record.

Deep exhalation was followed by a raised eyelid, and cold, heavy words were placed.

"Later, we're in the same situation as the city"

The rest is not hard to imagine.

"Escaping the island of Nemoralis, which is home to a large number of lake people, and rolling over the island of Nenia, my parents acquired land near the present autonomous community two years before peace, and resumed farming, but the small fields they finally got were ravaged by the flames of civil unrest"

Kufshenka tried to hang up, but her lips were just trembling and speechless.

Solgnac's lips distort into a dripping grin outside the screen.

"We were lucky to have an end to the civil unrest without missing a single family"

Solgnac's voice was quiet, never loud, but heavily echoed in his belly.

"The people who honestly migrated to the Autonomous Communities created for Kirkurs were those who wanted to put their value on upholding their faith and escape persecution on the grounds of their faith"

"Yep. Well, if you divide where you live by faith, the people who thought it wouldn't happen again did their best to divide the country when peace was established. Although the Lacrimaris royal family completely strangled the Kirkurs and drove them out to the north of Lanterna and Nainia, Nemoralis and Artel each established an autonomous community for a minority."

Kufshenka chewed up their failures with bitter thoughts.